1001 Worst First Dates: The Preface

“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. “ ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

This blog is the account of the last two years of my dating life, where I vowed to not enter a relationship, and to say YES to every guy that asked me on a date, it’s also a recap of my relationships their successes and their failures. I went on what felt like 1001 first dates in the last two years, I can’t say there were a lot of seconds… At one point, I went on a 10 Date Tinder Challenge my friends referred to as Tindervention 2014. I have to say as painful as it was at times, I learned a lot about my self, a lot about love and a lot about guys, and how most of them are totally hopeless. The photographs were used on dating sites and now recant the bitter truths of those splits; words I read and words I heard. A glimpse into what I put out and what I got back. I hope you find my vulnerability hilarious but mostly relatable.

This is the raw bleeding wound that is my dating life. I hope you find in it the rare humility that comes along with the failures of falling in love and the hilarity of the ups and downs of struggling with human connection and chemistry. I’ve always compared my affairs to the brilliant stammering of my favorite poet e.e. cummings “(Here) comes my heart, singing like an idiot, whispering like a drunken man.” These words inspired my first blog “My Idiot Heart” about the tumultuous ties that bind our sanity to life's’ strifes and finding silver linings in the nuances. It also inspired my second blog “The Drunkenness of Love” which were just tiny vignettes of personality flaws only the perceptive brain of an idealist would ever really capture and find so endearing a whole page could be dedicated to it. However, I found my next voice in the last 2 years of struggling to uphold a single lively hood and casual dating. I decided to not so delicately name it “1001 Worst First Dates.” Read along with me through the last couple years and beyond of my dating life's’ little victories and massive melt downs, the fizzle outs, the slow fades, and the up in flames endings to every little almost and maybe out there. I have no determination or goal unlike any one else out there just simply looking for “someone else to catch this drift,” but unlike Alanis Morisette am doing it with a much more cheerful attitude. For those of you still dating I hope you can relate and for those of you I’ve dated don’t worry, your name has been reduced to a number (but you’ll know who you are).

A single golf clap? Or a long standing ovation?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.